Kapitel 93: Carlisle's Discovery
I found myself seated in a luxurious leather chair, patiently waiting for what seemed like an eternity.
It had been over nine hours since I had taken an action that I never anticipated I would. The thought of doing nothing weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn't shake it off.
The vivid memories of Edward's mother pleading with me to save her son played on a loop in my mind's eye as I sat waiting.
As well as the startling discovery, she revealed.
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The Masons had been familiar faces in my life for several years, mere acquaintances who occasionally brought young Edward to the hospital where I had dedicated nearly a decade to.
They were a pleasant enough family, their love for their only child evident in every interaction. Edward reciprocated that love with all his heart. But as with most things in life, no one emerges unscathed from its treacherous grip.
On that fateful day, June 15th, 1918, the Cullen family arrived at the hospital, displaying symptoms of the Spanish influenza.
The disease had ensnared them in its clutches, relentlessly deteriorating their health despite my best efforts.
The first to succumb to the illness was Edward Mason Sr. He passed away peacefully in his sleep, his final hours consumed by delirium induced by the fever. The following morning, Elizabeth Mason teetered on the brink of death herself. It was sheer luck that I happened to be by her bedside, assessing her condition when she mustered the strength to confide in me.
"I know what you are, Dr. Cullen," she wheezed, her breaths labored and lips parched.
I looked down at her, confusion etched on my face. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Mason?" I questioned, hoping to grasp the meaning behind her cryptic words.
A whimsical smile danced on her lips as she replied, "Don't attempt to deceive me, Dr. Cullen. I know your true nature." Her accusation hung in the air, and I discreetly scanned the hospital ward, ensuring no one overheard her revelation.
Returning my gaze to her, I adopted a solicitous tone and inquired, "And what am I, Mrs. Mason?"
Summoning the last vestiges of her strength, she used her elbows to prop herself up from the bed, fixing her eyes on mine as if peering into the depths of my soul. With a resolute tone, she uttered two simple words that sent a chill down my spine, "A vampire."
I involuntarily gulped out of reflex.
"You're not in your right mind, Mrs. Mason. You must rest and focus on getting better," I urged gently, attempting to guide her back onto the bed.
However, she gripped my hand tightly like a vise, her nails clawing at my stone like skin. "Do not lie!" she exclaimed sternly, her unwavering gaze never leaving mine.
"My family has known of your kind's existence for generations," she continued, her eyes momentarily losing focus before she drew a deep breath and resumed her account.
"My grandfather regaled me with stories in childhood. Generations before our arrival in America, an ancestor and his brother were adopted by a mysterious man who saved them from certain death after their town was ravaged by an attack. He raised them as his own, and together, they journeyed across many lands until he brought them to England, where they eventually settled."
Her narrative consumed my thoughts in an instant.
'Could it be?' I wondered, my mind filled with wonder and intrigue.
Her story began to align with one that I was intimately acquainted with.
As I looked down at her, I witnessed her life slowly slipping away from her eyes.
Kneeling by her bedside, urgency lacing my voice, I posed the only question that mattered at that moment.
"What is your maiden name?" I implored.
A soft smile graced her lips as she whispered, "Grey..." Her eyes grew vacant, and the last remnants of air escaped her lungs.
The grip she had on my hand gradually weakened until her hand lay limp in mine. Slowly, I lowered her hand onto the bed, my mind racing with a torrent of thoughts.
"She was a Grey, a descendant of Adam's adoptive family," I silently thought.
Rising to my feet, I strode purposefully across the hospital towards the ward housing the other patients afflicted by the influenza. Passing rows of beds and gaunt faces, the cramped space filled with the symphony of suffering, I finally reached my destination—the room where Edward lay. Drawing the white curtain closed, I turned to face him. It was already evident that he was beyond any help I could offer. The young man emitted a low groan as he clutched at his blanket, beads of sweat glistening on his feverish face.
Kneeling beside his bed, I studied him intently.
I had watched Edward grow from a young boy into the young man lying before me now. To discover that he was a descendant of Adam's adoptive family added a layer of complexity to the situation.
Uncertainty and doubt plagued my mind. What was the right course of action? Could I simply stand by and let him succumb to this illness?
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I blinked, attempting to push the memories aside, as I saw Edward's eyes flutter open.
He lay perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of my home.
Then, slowly, his eyes shifted to meet mine, and I was struck by the sight of his blood-red irises and the unmistakable panic etched on his face.
Slowly, I raised my hands.
"It's good to see you awake, Edward." I said calmingly.
"Dr Cullen?" Edward asked in confusion. "What's happening?"
I took a moment to think of what I was to say.
"Ahh!" Edward yelped as he put his hands to his ears.
I sat forward in a panic.
"Edward, are you Alr~" I tried to get out but was interrupted by Edward's panicked words.
"The…voices!" Edward managed to get out through gritted teeth.
'The voices?' I thought in confusion.
We were currently in my home in the Gold Coast district of Chicago.
The buildings were side by side in rows.
But using my own hearing, I couldn't hear anything through the thick brick walls but soft murmurs from my neighbors, which is why I chose this place. It was quiet.
"Ahhg!!" Edward yelped again.
"Edward, you need to tell me what is happening so I can help you." I said, standing to my feet.
"People's voices…they are in my head."
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Please let me know what you think of this chapter.
Also, it's 1933 not 35. That was a typo.
Kapitel 94: Good to see you & Revelations
Stepping into the nicely decorated entrance hall, I gave Carlisle a smile.
"Who would have thought you would be one for the fancier things in life.'' I said jokingly, as he smiled back at me.
"What can I say? Forever is a long time, so why not live in a little comfort. And I didn't pick the place." Carlisle added with a small chuckle.
"Oh, and who picked the place then?" I asked as we walked out of the hall and into a large open living room, which was richly designed, with finery and expensive looking furniture.
What caught my eye was the young-ish looking woman standing in the middle of the living room, wearing a nice black dress with a waist belt.
"Adam, I would like for you to meet my mate…Esme." Carlisle said, sounding uncertain.
I smiled as I set my suitcase on the ground.
"Carlisle!" I said with a wide smile.
Looking at her, I couldn't help but smile inwardly as well.
'It seems things are still falling into place the way they are meant to.' I thought.
Taking a few steps forward, I outstretched my hand.
"It is very nice to finally meet you, Adam." Esme said as she softly shook my hand. "Carlisle has told me much about you," he added.
"And you, Esme." I said, giving her a shake of the hand. "I hope Carlisle hasn't been telling tall tales about me." I said with a chuckle.
"Let me show you to your room, Adam." Carlisle said, gesturing for me to follow him down a hall that was connected to the living room with a smile and a chuckle.
Grabbing my case, I followed after them as Esme and him walked down a hallway.
Making our way down the hall, I looked at the interesting pierces of art that hung on the walls of the hallway.
"Hey, this is one of my pieces." I said, surprised.
"That it is." Carlisle said.
The artwork showed the city of Rome, which I painted around 1100 AD.
The artwork was still in great shape and still held most of the vibrant colors I liked to add to most of my artwork.
Right next to the painting that was hung on the wall was a door that was cracked open.
Taking a glance through the small crack, I could see shelves of books.
"Is this your study, Carlisle?" I asked as I turned to look at him.
Carlisle and Esme both froze for the slightest of milliseconds before they smiled at me.
"No…that room belongs to, Edward." Carlisle said with a small awkward smile.
"Edward?" I asked, sounding confused, even though I knew well who he was.
They looked at each other quickly before they looked at me.
"Adam, there is something I need to tell you." Carlisle said, now sounding worried.
I raised one of my brows at them, curious at what could make Carlisle act so worried.
"Please, love, let's get him settled before we start." Esme said, turning to give Carlisle a stern look.
"Yes. Good idea." Carlisle said, clapping his hands together to disperse the slight tension that filled the air.
My room was nice, with a twin sized bed and a wall closet for my belongings.
Gently sitting my case on the bed, I unbuttoned my expensive black jacket and then hung it in the closet before I walked back to the living room.
But as I made my way there, I couldn't help but stop and push the door to Edwards' room open.
Looking inside, I saw the whole of one side of his room was full with books, filling floor to ceiling bookshelves.
The other side simply held a single person bed and a lounge chair that looked heavily used.
Closing the door, I finished making my way down the hall.
Stepping into the living room, I saw Carlisle standing by the window while Esme walked into the room holding a teacup and saucer.
"If we knew you were coming, I would have gotten something better than this." Esme said with a smile as she handed me the cup.
"This was left by the previous owners." she added.
"This is quite alright." I said, bringing the cup up to smell.
"camomile. It's one of my favorites." I said, taking a sip.
Walking to one of the leather chairs in the room, I took a seat.
"So, what is it you wanted to tell me?" I asked, setting the cup and saucer down on a side table. Wanting to get to the meat of Carlisle apparent worries.
Carlisle turned away from the window and looked at me.
"It's about Edward." Carlisle said, getting right to it.
I raised a brow.
"What about him?" I asked, not wanting him to stall.
"He is a member of my coven. The first." He said, walking away from the window to sit next to Esme on a fancy looking sofa.
"I'm the one who turned him." He continued once he had sat.
I nodded my head.
"And…you thought I would be mad about that?" I asked inquiringly.
"Not about that." Carlisle said as he fidgeted with a gold ring on his finger.
"Then what?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Edward's last name at birth was Mason. But his mother's maiden name was Grey."
'Now that's unexpected.' I thought, as a mix of confused emotions ran through me.
"I managed to trace her family lineage back to England and to your family." Carlisle said, still sounding hesitant.
I didn't say anything for a few moments as I thought about all of this.
'what are the odds.' I couldn't help but think.
Taking another sip of the tea.
"Does he know about me?" I asked.
"No. Not yet, at least."
"He hasn't had the easiest time adapting to this life." Esme said.
"He…" Esme began but seemed unable to finish her sentence.
"He has the same issue I had when I first turned." Carlisle finished for her.
"Edward believes that being a vampire is bad because it means having to live forever while constantly battling his instinct to drink human blood. He sees himself as a monster and fears the potential harm he could cause to those around him. Additionally, having to hide his true nature from the human world makes him feel isolated and disconnected from others." Carlisle said.
"And have you tried to talk to him about it?" I asked.
"Of course I have. But it's as if my words never stick. He says he understands, but he never seems able to leave his depression."
I nodded my head slowly.
"And where is he now?" I asked.
Both Esme and Carlisle looked at each other.
"for the past few months, he has been living on his own." Carlisle said.
"Why is that?"
"He has begun to drink human blood, so he thought it would be best to be on his own for now." Carlisle said.
"He goes after the bad guys. The killers, rapists, and scum that fill this city." Carlisle said as he shook his head.
"I guess it's a way for him to feel less like the monster he thinks he is."
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Also, please check out my Cyberpunk 2077 fanfic.
I've also picked up with chapters on that one.
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